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Three thousand square feet in the most expensive district, and the staff responsible for maintenance asked her what name she wanted to give to the art gallery, which so easily became hers.
She stepped forward almost close enough to touch him. Her clear, spirited eyes brimming with the fading colors of spring, with an initiating spark, "Brother, thank you."
Their adjacent body heat nearly drove the man to act on impulse, Wen Yangzhi barely sat on the island bench behind him. He tapped the floor with his long legs, his voice faint, "Going back?"
Yun Yuwan looked puzzled, "Back where?"
He reminded her without emotion, "Belgium."
Before she could say "I am," Wen Yangzhi handed her the cup of hot water, his eyelids half-closed, "Don't go back."
When Wen Yangzhi said such things, it was as if a clear, crisp snowy day spontaneously combusted.
She found it incredible, and for a moment, her moist and tender deer eyes filled with the warmth of spring as she gazed at him.
